The next day was Edinburg - great castle, old buildings, and, thanks again to the tingle of Travel Sense, a fantastic old churchyard, in the middle of the city, but sunken below street level, and completely silent. The oldest headstone we saw was dated 1717 - not too long after the Pilgrims came to America.
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I hope you got the full cat food aroma that all of Edinburgh gets when the breweries are swinging full tilt. It's funny how the comforting scent of hops goes "right around the bend to lookin' like a dickhead" and starts to smell of cat food.
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